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Apparently there’s a large room mimic visiting that likes pretending to be a bar? Lilian’s never been to a bar! She heads off to investigate.
Not everything can be about doing the most important thing, after all. Going to a bar-shaped room-mimic and maybe having her first beer sounds like a good way to unwind. She would have felt different about that in her old world, bars seeming like not really her scene. But she feels like Tentacled will do things somewhat differently.
She’s right, this place is different! Rather unsurprisingly, given the givens, there’s kind of a lot of tentacle sex going on. The next thing she notices after that is that it smells really nice in here. The third thing that catches Lilian’s attention is the one person in the room who isn’t engaged in sex of some form or another. She’s even wearing mundane clothing, that’s odd.
She notices Lilian looking at her. This one is cute. And if that bodysuit she’s wearing is living clothing rather important. Well then, wouldn’t that make her a more fun target? She waves the pink-haired woman over to her table.
Huh, she’s being waved over?
She heads off to see what the woman has to say to her.
As she gets closer, she notices that this woman is really hot. Her breasts bulge up against her top, and she’s showing rather a lot of cleavage. She peels her eyes up from the woman’s chest before long enough has passed to embarrass herself.
Oh, so this one’s shy? New to the Pink, then. That’ll make this more fun.
When she gets closer, she leans forward and sticks out a hand for Lilian to shake, incidentally giving Lilian a rather nice view down her top.
“Hey, I’m Aire.”
Lilian’s eyes are almost irresistibly pulled from the woman’s face down to the valley of her chest.
“Lilian,” she says to Aire’s tits.
Gah! No, rude! She snaps her eyes back up to Aire’s with an apologetic look on her face.
She giggles. And puts a little bit of telepathic emphasis on her first few words.
“Don’t worry about it, I don’t mind. Even if I did it’s rather a lot less rude than some of the Tentacled out here have tried before I persuaded them otherwise. Anyway, I’m rather new to the Pink, and you aren’t, um, already occupied. Could you answer some questions I have? I’ve persuaded the bar not to get too grabby in this booth.”
At “don't worry about it” Lilian feels an almost irresistible urge to do just that and look back down at Aire’s breasts, but she endures! That’s most likely just Aire being polite, she probably doesn’t actually not mind.
Lilian’s glad she didn’t mess up too badly there! She’s really quite lucky she ended up landing in the Fringe and then going to the Pink, rather than somewhere where more people might be offended by Lilian’s new difficulties keeping her mind off sex.
Which, Lilian is noticing, seems to be extra hard right now for some reason. It’s requiring constant, active effort on her part not to let her eyes slip down from Aire’s face, and she’s feeling a rather noticeable temptation to tell her suit friend to “make happy”. But no, Aire’s new to the Pink, she probably wouldn’t be okay with something like that.
Lilian sits down in the booth on the bench opposite Aire and says, "Sure I can answer some questions! I'm pretty new here too though, so I might not be the most helpful."
Huh, she really expected that to work.
“So, I’ve, um, noticed that people in the Pink are a lot freer with their sexualities. How does that, um, work? Wouldn’t everyone get jealous?”
Well, there’s rather a lot for her to unpack there.
Does she have time, to properly explain things? This seems like it might be more in-depth than just answering a few questions. And while taking an hour or two to head off to a bar and relax feels to her like a not just reasonable but actively helpful activity as far as her long-term productivity goes, properly explaining all of the everything from the very little knowledge it seems like this person has would perhaps take longer than that.
Wait, this person is wearing clothes in a tentacle bar and obviously new to the Pink. The most likely explanation is that she’s an ambassador or something like that here to learn about the thread of the Red Queen. Well, this was supposed to be leisure time, but Lilian’s actually relatively well-positioned to explain things to a complete newcomer.
“So, the first thing to realize is that the Tentacled are different from people in the west, and the people who come out here do so because they want to live in a culture with those differences. Maybe people in the west would have trouble being so open without constantly feeling jealousy. But most people here are those who wanted to come here specifically because an environment where they could be as free with their sexualities as they wanted appealed to them. And so, even if that might be a problem elsewhere, it’s not much of one here. I am new to the Pink myself, though, so don’t take any of that to be guaranteed correct or anything like that.”
Interesting thoughts in this one’s head.
Aire nods pensively.
“I suppose I can understand that. What’s it like, living out here? Actually, while we talk, why don’t we get you a beer, the stuff the mimic has is fantastic. Just don’t ask how it makes the stuff. Or, I guess, do, given you live out here.”
Apparently, the Bar produces beer biologically? Somehow? From specialized tentacles? That is odd, even given all of the everything.
Well, Lilian decides she doesn’t mind the odd provenance of the substance as long as its tasty! She gets a mug of the stuff from the counter, and the mimic doesn’t actually ask her to pay, which is lucky given that Lilian doesn’t actually have any money.
(The bar mimic brought out mugs? Apparently its very committed to the whole “impersonate a bar” thing)
She takes her first sip after getting back to the booth and sitting back down opposite Aire.
Unfortunately, the beer turns out to be somewhat bitter.
Well, at least its pleasantly warming her tummy, and she supposes she can finish off the mug to see if it somehow grows on her.
She drinks half of it over the course of the next question, unconsciously hoping to be over with the surprisingly unpleasant experience quickly.
“Sorry, what was that?” she eventually asks, realizing she’d been distracted enough by the combination of Bitter and Warm to miss the next question.
“Oh, I was asking if you know how, like, everything works here without people buying and selling things. How do people get enough to eat? This place doesn’t exactly look likely to produce lots of grains.”
“Ah! Tentacled people feed on pleasure, especially the pleasure of non-Tentacled, and they have enough surplus from that that they can make food and stuff for the non-Tentacled people. It’s, um, usually in the form of. At least slightly lewd fluids. But they’re tasty! And it’s not like the thing where you can’t feet grain to a cow and then eat the cow and be better off than if you’d just eaten the grain before you ate the cow. The cycle gets more out of pleasure than it takes out of its non-tentacled participants in effort.”
She hopes the thermodynamics thing in there came across properly. That you can’t do get more in total out of feeding edible things to other things is something people should widely know, right?
That was sort of hard to explain? That’s odd, it wasn’t actually all that complicated. She guesses alcohol is stronger than she remembers people saying it was back home? Or maybe her body’s just different?
Oh, it’s the second one. Alcohol will make her dumb and horny, but mostly not do any of the dangerous stuff it does. How much does it do that? Uh, who knows, apparently? Well, that's a bit of a concern.
Well, it’s not like she actually has to be particularly worried. If Aire turns out to actually be a spy from the Red Queen Lilian can always just rip her in half.
This last bit is thought with the bravado of someone who's never actually done anything particularly harmful to a person before, and the deliberate visualization of someone who knows that fact about themselves and is attempting to compensate for it.
She's going to be fighting in a war, soon.
What. She can do that?
On the one hand, that makes messing this up rather a lot riskier. On the other, it makes seducing Lilian into voluntarily destroying her mind an even sweeter proposition. If Lilian's powerful, she really shouldn't let herself prioritize momentary pleasure over her long term effectiveness. Aire won't push her too far of course. Not enough she can't still fight for the resistance after a bit of recovery. She doesn't want the Red Queen to win any more than anyone else does. But really, a person's ability to throw a punch can be preserved through quite a lot of damage.
And, from those thoughts prior to the ones about ripping her in half, and also that look on her face, she’s getting hit as hard by half a beer as much as most would be from a few entire beers. In a very short time. Her body probably hasn't even absorbed it all yet.
Well, she’s overheard thoughts about some people having mutations that do things like that, although the bit where this girl apparently has subconscious knowledge of hers is new.
On net, she thinks, this is good news. Things will be easier than she thought, and more enjoyable.
Lilian shakes off her melancholy thoughts and takes a deep swig of her beer. It's unpleasantly bitter and she sort of wants to be finished with it. She probably won’t have to hurt anybody today.
"So, what else would you like to know?"
And so it goes, for another few minutes, as Lilian finally finishes off her beer and answers questions. It hits her strongly enough that she’s noticeably impaired in answering questions well. She does, however, manage to answer them. Well, just like with Mayu, she can use this a bit like a training exercise for functioning through mental impairment.
And, um, increasing arousal. Her instincts weren’t wrong that alcohol was an aphrodisiac to her now. It's requiring a lot of reminding herself that staring is rude to keep her eyes on Aire's face.
Probably now is a good time to start up the telepathy-enhanced seduction. Lilian’s impaired and horny enough that she can afford to be amusingly blatant about it, which should be fun.
“I'm still thinking about the people out here apparently living off tentacle fluids. If I wanted, they’d really just feed me from their tentacles? Just, shove them into my mouth and spurt? Just like that, no questions asked?"
Lilian’s eyes fall to Aire’s lips.
Her cock twitches.
She shakes her head, then giggles.
“Basically, yes.”
That was really rather obvious. It’s almost a shame that Lilian’s so impaired by the alcohol. Aire hasn’t actually met many people with interesting minds.
(A memory of a face)
(A flash of half-felt almost-regret)
(One less in the world, now)
“I haven’t lived in the Pink for long, but I have spent more than a bit here! Usually I’d be dealing with the actual tentacles, not just visuals of them.”
“I think I’m going to grab myself another beer. The bar does have things less bitter than beer. Do you want me to get one of them for you?”
She’s still in complete control of herself, another drink is fine. She doesn’t want to look silly in front of Aire, does she?
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